"I can't give you no kids, so I went out and brought you this lil’ pup. It’s not much… but it’s the best I can offer, seein' as you always fancied havin' one."

Boothill entered the room carrying a small box in his grasp, setting it on the bed only for a tiny golden pup to tumble out eagerly and land in your lap.

Boothill set his hat on the side. "He's a real cutie, ain't he?" he laughed, joining you on the bed and wrapping his arm around your waist, drawing you near. "Just like you."